From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The sun beats down on the dust-choked street, making the bold black ink of the morning headline about those three poor drowned girls vibrate before my eyes. Everyone is wearing heavy wool and stiff high collars despite the heat, looking like grim silhouettes against the bright glare of the storefronts. Blimey, even the air feels expensive today; I just saw the sign at the pump and nearly fainted to see gas hitting **$0.10** a gallon. With the cost of living climbing and the river claiming our daughters, I can’t even find comfort in the jaunty tune of "Shine On, Harvest Moon" drifting from the nickelodeon.